We chose this place because it was the only shaded patio within walking distance on a hot Saturday afternoon. A great dixieland band seems to draw in every able bodied senior within a 5km radius, but they prefer the dance floor to the patio. My draught was a bit on the warm side. Onion rings were tasty, but seemed to manufactured without any actual onion. Weird. But weirder still were the Jerk Wings. You pay a premium for Steve's secret jerk recipe, which tastes like nothing but beef stock to me. A spinach salad was fresh. They seemed a bit understaffed, judging by the service.